THE DYNAMIC HAJIA

Have you read about Emmanuel Omole ? If you haven't, here is an overview of why he trended last week: Emmanuel had the choice to live or d.ie, and he opted for the latter. Emmanuel (now of blessed memory) ended it. Read in details here On the street of social media , netizens took the issue up and debated from varying viewpoints. Below are the two most prominent counterarguments: Ms A: He could have held his faith a while longer. S.uicide is not an option. Sir B: If you have an idea of what emotional trauma is, you will see through him and realize his decision to end it was much needed. He found his peace. I am happy for him. ________ This piece is for those who support Ms A or Sir B, and also those who might have the thought to make the news just like Emmanuel did, I mean those who want to end it also. Before you proceed, ensure you eject all iotas of prejudice, breathe in and out, and off...you go. Between September 2018 and January 2020, I broke down a thousand and one times, li...

  #guestpost Trophies don't always matter But braveness of the snail that raced with a cheetah It's not always about being a winner But reviving the long dead spirit of a learner It’s not always about feathers touching the sky But determination of the hen that flew high Winning over quitting deserves a medal For there's inequality in each success ladder So bury sadness, oh unsung champion! For it's dangerous than the venom of a scorpion ©️S-one speaking (+234 7087 6674 79) (Dedicated to those that are yet to achieve their dreams despite their effort).   Poem Analysis:  The poem projects that sometimes success isn't always about achieving ones’ dream but the ability to work on the dream amidst all odds. Some people will achieve success in a blink of an eye,while some will take years before they achieve their success. What really matters is the determination to keep striving, which according to the poet, deserves a medal.

Hi Dynamite, It feels good to write to you again. How is life with you? May you find peace amidst the chaos of life. Trending is Peter Obi's exit from the renowned People's Democratic Party (PDP) of Nigeria. You must have heard about it too, yeah? Surfing the street of Twitter, jumping from comments to comments, all I could mumble to myself was HE LEFT . I do not know why he did, I do not think you do too, but he does. And I'm convinced that he took the step for his GOOD. In June 2021, I discontinued my employment with three writing agencies. I didn't want to. But I did for my peace and sanity.  It took a long battle between my spirit, brain, and pocket(if you know, you know) before I could pluck up the courage to send my resignation text. And in less than thirty minutes, I became an erstwhile employee at the industries. I had thought that afterwards, I would have a red, bulgy eyes with my tissue paper offering condolence to my eyes and nose. But surprisingly, I was ann...

  Sometimes last year, I was invited as a guest poet to perform at an event. I did accept the invitation, but did not make the necessary preparations until it was two days to the D-day; it was then I discovered how taxing the theme was, and that I should have kicked off with the preparation long enough. The theme required analytical researches,  but my annoyingly relaxing nature made me ignore the preparation until later.  What I felt that day can be likened to the feeling of discovering a new topic in the examination hall. I was destabilised. I knew I could come up with meaningful lines, but I was convinced I'd have had an almost perfect presentation if I had taken not with levity the task.    'God no go shame me' was the word I muttered before taking the courage to grab my pen, plead with my brain, and tease my heart to put down some words. In fact, I almost chickened out in the course of the preparation.   The day came, and I did perform. I did get the a...

  Dear reader, I see how much you yearn to earn those feats. I see how much you shiver down your spine to breathe life into your aspirations. I see how tirelessly you toil on the soil to dig out your goals. I see how much sweat you perspire to create for yourself a future worth living. I see the heap of works ahead of you. I see EVERY effort of yours. I need you to beam a beautiful smile. And pat yourself lightly. You sef don try. You are not enough. You are more than enough. Your goals are valid and achievable. Dear Dynamite, like the river, you will flourish. Like honey, sweetness shall not disperse your life. I am super proud of you. I celebrate your existence. YOU WILL BLOOM. Love, The D.H.❤️ PS: Ramadan Kareem to y'all Muslim Dynamites. I pray ALLAH Ta'ala accept our fast as an act of Ibadah. Aameen You can reach out to me via; Mail @ dynamichajia@gmail.com WhatsApp @ +234(0) 806 9296 704 Facebook @ Khaddie Sunmola Instagram @ the_dynamic_hajia Twitter @ Dynamic Hajia

  'Dear me, I will bestow you with happiness if you could win this', this was my vow to myself about six months ago after clicking on the 'publish button'. I have written over a hundred essays, but none I won. Well, not until five months ago when I received the most anticipated call of my life. I won the essay contest! I have always thought that winning an essay competition would trigger my adrenal gland to oversecrete its hormone. But surprisingly, I stayed cool even after receiving the message. I wasn't sad but I wasn't elated either.  Ever felt this way? Kindly share your story in the comment section.

  She cannot rule her world Her voice is too tiny to be heard Her body is too feeble to withstand the hurdles of life Her strength is channeled towards only one thing... procreation Lifeless is her time, it cannot exist Like a stick, her will can be bent She cannot even stick to a cognomen, her maiden name And like the lame, she settles wherever she's pushed Even the fame she claims is the product of her shame...her harlot#y In case she plays the game, tell her the win is for the gents Tell her men take the lead She has to be led All these are but words of the thoughtless So, let me tell you a story👇🏽   The story of Jane Austen, the one whom pen bleeds great words Maya Angelou, the Phenomenal woman Queen Amina of Zaria, the legendary queen Queen Moremi, the Messiah of the Yoruba Marie Curie, beauty with brain Let me tell you the story of Chimamanda, the writer of the nation Naomi Osaka, Asisat Oshoala, the queens of the pitch Serena Williams, the slam goddess Ngozi Iweala, O...